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cial distinctions are worthless, if they lose their souls. The old people must remind themselves that all their riches will desert them at their death, and will avail them not, if, awaking in eternity, they find they have lost their souls. What shall I say of the man who is so taken up with worldly affairs that he has no time for spiritual matters — who never utters a prayer nor goes to Mass, nor reconciles himself to God in the sacraments of confession and communion? Alasl he has forgotten the value of his soul — yea, he has actually forgotten he has a soul at all. What shall I say of the drunkard? He remembers he has a soul and he knows its value, but he puts it out of the way — he poisons it with alcohol — drowns it in the wine goblet, and buries it in the vile grave of his own filthy body. What shall I say of the impure? Ah! he is the worst of all, for he has forgotten not only that he has an immortal soul, but even that he has a human body — he has become a brute beast. His soul, that celestial spirit within him, faints at the abomination it beholds — an angel imprisoned in a hog-pen — an angel and a devil going through life bound neck and neck. Oh, Brethren, do not leave this church to-day till you have pondered well these two words — God and my own soul. Bear them in your minds and hearts — keep them ever before your eyes, and let them be the watchwords of your lives — God and my own soul — God and my own soul — for what will it profit me if I gain the whole world and suffer the loss of my God and my own soul? God and my own soul! God and my own soul!